You guys…there is no words to tell you how sorry I am. My computers virus is still there and I don't know how to fix it; which is why I'm updating on my moms computer. Again I'm very sorry but here is a long chapter that will hopefully make up for it.

Preview: I had a lot to think about.

Weeks passes with a constant, boring drag of finding a job and avoiding Paul at school. It was pretty easy except for the fact that I had to deal with the ache in my chest every time I saw him, or even thought of him. It wasn't enough to make me cry, but enough to make me feel as if I had a bad case of heart burn. I don't know what it was and honestly, I had no one to take my questions too. Jacob doesn't even look my way because Paul is always right behind me, or some close enough to send Jacob a warning growl. Paul's friends, who are also shape-shifters, are always with Paul. There was just no way around it and it left my question un-answered and the ache in my chest.

I didn't even like Paul. We're too much alike, too much in common, to even get along for an hour. He has anger problems, he has an inappropriate sense of humor, his parents are divorced and before he turned into a wolf, he was clumsy. It's like Paul is a guy version of me.

Which leads us to imprinting; this is, supposedly, both a love at first sight thing and mating for wolves, when a werewolf imprints, they know the first time they look at that person. It feels to them like that person is the only one that matters. A werewolf imprints on someone who is most likely to carry on the werewolf genetics. It is supposed to be rare, but it happening more often than they thought.

At least that's what Paul said.

But what I think Imprinting is, is something entirely different. I think its forced love, a love where it's under a life-time long spell. Isn't love supposed to be slow, easy and effortless? And do I get a chance at true love? No, because imprinting screwed up my fate. I mean, why did fate have to choose me of all people? Jessica would be perfect for Paul. She'll give him what he wants; sex. I wasn't going to jump into Paul's bed and I think he knew that.

"Bella!" Charlie shouted up the stairs.

I opened up my door, "Yeah?"

"Telephone." Was all he said. The game must be on, I thought. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hello?" I asked, breathless.

"Hey, Bella…" The voice paused. "We need you down here in La Push. It's Paul..something's wrong."

Not replying, I hung up the phone and ran up stairs to get my shoes and putting them on fast than I had even put then on before.

I could tell something was seriously wrong by the tone of the man's voice, and I was already feeling pain in my side for an unknown reason.

"Hey dad, I have to go to La Push. Something's wrong. I'll call you later." I said in a rush, not waiting for his reply. I grabbed my cell and ran out the door to my Ford truck.

Pushing it all the way to 75, the ache in my chest let up as I got closer to La push. 15 minutes was way too long.

I didn't even know how I knew where to go, I just found myself at a little yellow house on a block from the Blacks house. I threw the truck into park and opened my door with such force that scared me. The ache in my chest was almost gone but the ache in my side from earlier…was getting worse. I quickened my pace to get to the front door when Jacob Black opened it. He let me in as soon as he saw who I was.

I heard screaming in the house as soon as I stepped in, the ache in my side was worse than ever. It hurt so bad that I was struggling to walk but I had to get to Paul.

I fallowed the scream that belonged to my Paul into a little room at the end of the hall way. I threw the door open, breathing heavily.

There laid Paul.

He had a sheet that covered his lower half and was sweating everywhere. He looked like…shit.

Sweaty, gasping for breath and clenching his jaw so hard to keep from screaming, he looked over at me, as I dropped to my knees from all the pain that shot through me, he reached for my hand.

No matter how much I had yelled at him, hit him with my cast and ignored him these past few weeks, he was still comforting. I grabbed his hand and pushed past all the tall men around him.

"Bella," He gasped with a slight smile.

I returned his smile lightly but didn't say anything. I just continued to stare into his eyes, lacing our fingers together.

He gasped again and screamed, my hand ripping out of his. "Bella, you need to get back!" A tall man yelled at me as another one grabbed my shoulder and push me out of the room as Paul shouted louder than ever.

I was now face to face with Jacob Black. "You better tell me what the hell is going on."

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